Happy Poll Tax Days

City Life

Two weeks away from the breadline
Two weeks away from the street
Better choose between payin'
what you can't afford
Or finally admit to defeat

Two weeks away from disaster
Two weeks away from the wall
The uncertain future's now out of your hands
Was it ever in them at all?

Each bill now carries a deadline
Eviction's the alternative
You've no right to defend
what is wrongfully right
They say that they all have to live

Everyone's equal they tell us
That we all make our own destiny
It doesn't mean nothin'
to where you are born
That's simply geography

Two weeks away from the breadline
Fourteen more days left to pray
If thae giro don,t come in rhe afternoon post
there'll be hell and the bailiff to pay

Two weeks to cope with the struggle
Two weeks to cope with the strife
Two more happy weeks to relax and grow old
in this wonderful grand city life. . . . . .


By Norm Whittle